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DragoonDarkfire 02-14-07, 10:32 PM	I decided to make this topic for fun. Just post and scenarios or skits that you think funny and applicable to these particular characters. Just so you know YES the characters I mention ARE meant to be parodies/copycats of some other PARTICULAR characters that exist (you'll know who they are when you read them) until then here we go. _______________________ It had been a deep and dark sleep for him. The last thing that the frozen form could remember was his final day. Yes it was all quite clear to him. Metrol, the shining capital of the Jewel of Galifar was his home town. Although his poor family lived in the sub areas, he wasn't particularly proud of his life either. A dark and dirty teen, reaching only his twentieth year of life and already he was on a quick path to nowhere. Despite a small connection with house Orien it was too small of blood for his family to be apart of the prestigious house. He was but an errand boy to a local smith. Phillis Jakilis Fry was indeed a sore sight. He had a light orange hair color and wore tattered vestments, he spoke in a most guttural of dialects and had an odd stride to him. When he entered into his place of occupation he spoke freely to his employer Perrucii the smith. "Hey Mr.Perrucii" he greeted kindly. "There ya are ya lazy bum" the old forge master said harshly "Were have ya been? I gots a delivery to make" "But it's the turning of the seasons" Fry reminded "893 YK is coming and I was hoping I could take the day off" "Oh and what are you going to do?" Mr.Perrucii asked shrewedly "I have a life ya know" Fry said, his tone showing annoyance. "Look kid, you're poor on your feet and you got nothing. You're a poor kid with nothing in his hands or street smarts so I think you should do whats I SAY! NOW GET GOING LOW LIFE!" Fry grimaced angrily and reluctantly picked up the small package next to him. After going out into the streets of Metrol he followed the address all the while mumbling to himself. "I hate my life, I hate my life" he mumbled over and over as he kept walking toward his destination. Eventually he reached a road where he was forced to stop for a passing carriage. Beautifully decorated and designed his surprise was true when he saw the face of the woman who looked out of the carriage window at him. "Hey Recheli" he greeted to the woman whom he had been dating for several months "are we still on for tonight?" As though it annoyed her all the woman that he had loved said was "Fry. It's not working out. Goodbye" and she was gone back down the stone path. Fry mumbled to himself more as he reached the location he was to deliver the package. Unaware that the seemingly normal building looked completely different on the inside. It was covered and designed in old and ancient patterns that gave the place an almost cryptic feel. Though he was too caught up into his own crumbling social life to really care. "HELLO!" he shouted "I'm here to deliver for a... Si'l-Var Dra-G'een" as he realized the obvious prank he mumbled "aww crud" and sat down at a table that seemed to randomly appear next to him. "Here's to another lousy year" he said as he reached over and began drinking a bit of the ale at his side. After consuming the beverage he turned his attention to a- rather large corridor and screamed in terror as the massive silver colored dragon came down the hallway toward him. He backed away in terror and all he could shudder out of his mouth was "Ummm... are you Si'l-Var Dra-G'een?" The dragon looked down and he had a look of surprise on his face as though he just realized the man standing there. "Oh **** did you see me?" the dragon asked and Fry nodded. "dang" the dragon sighed as it got a better view of the man. "Wait... hair the color of the fruit that grows in that place... what's it called?" the dragon asked "Aundair?" "that's it. Your appearance is uncanny. Could YOU be the one the prophecy foretold of?" "A prophecy foretold of me? Neat" "It would seem that way" "Wait" Fry began a bit unsure of himself "what did it say about me?" "Nothing. It simply said you'd be frozen" the dragon explained. "FROZEN!? How would I get frozen?" Fry asked and the Silver Dragon seemed to perk up at the question. "Say what kind of breath weapon do you dragons have anyway-" Fry's question was cut off by a burst of cold that froze him to the very core. A cold grasp that would hold him until he eventually felt the warm come back into his bones. Almost a hundred years later, at the date of 998 YK, Fry came out of his cold slumber, walking forward dazed he didn't know he was in the city of Sharn or how he got there. And he certainly didn't know of what was to happen next. ___________________ Please note that this is for fun mostly... mostly >:)
dunkeykong 02-15-07, 02:10 AM	Wow. Im a huge fan of both Futurama and Eberron. Very nice stuff man, i dlo ve to hear some more.